So I promised this chapter up about 2, maybe 3 weeks ago? I got held up with studying and then finals and then I kept forgetting my USB. After that my computer decided it wanted to be new so now everything is gone from there.

I know you guys want me to post longer chapters but I try to make every chapter at least two pages long on Word, so... I am actually trying to work out a schedule so that I can post longer chapters because I do want them to be longer.

I have two other ideas for Klaine stories and one for Sekurt (I'm so excited for this one after I learned about the many possibilities of Sebastian/Kurt). These three will have at least five chapters done before I post them.

SPOILER ALERT HERE: Many of you have seen the picture of Blaine getting slushied. I am going to incorporate this into this story in the future. Just because Klaine has broken up doesn't mean this story is just about Kurt. This story, I want it to be, will be based on the actual things that are happening on the show.

Again, sorry for the late-ness. And thanks for reviewing/following.

Chapter 6

"Oh hell no!" The door to the choir room slammed open. "If I am co-captain with Becky then there is no way this kid can be captain instead of me. I've been here longer than he has! Este maldito, se cree que puede-" Britney tried calm down Santana. The hype of the new male Cheerio was all over the school. Everyone was trying to make sense of it. How did Ms. Sylvester manage to catch Kurt when no one in New Directions could?

Rachel got up from her seat and stepped in front of the Latina. "Santana, I can see why you could be-".

"Shut it, Hobbit! I don't want to listen to your voice," Santana cut in. How dare he? Kurt was starting to be one of her friends. Why would he betray her?

"Santana, please sit down," said Mr. Schue. He sat down some sheet music. "We have to accept Kurt's choice. I know that Ms. Sylvester may be mischievous but we have to be happy for Kurt." He settled for passing sheet music. "All of you are going to audition for West Side Story, right? Well, here is your sheet music. Rachel," he went to the bottom of the stack, "here is your music for I Feel Pretty." Half of the New Directions rolled their eyes. Of course they are just going to give her the part. "Artie is with Ms. Pillsbury talking about the sets. You can practice"-

"Mr. Schue?" All eyes turned to look at Mercedes, all except for Rachel's who was busy talking to Brad over at the piano. "Can I have the sheet music, too?"

Schuester looked confused. "Sure, but what for?"

" I want to audition for Maria."

"Nice uniform," Johnny said as he sat down at their usual table. Kurt sat with his black journal open beside a book about Broadway that was also opened. He rolled his eyes at Johnny's comment and then opened a granola bar slowly; afraid the librarian would fuss at him.

"Leave me alone, I had no other choice. It was this or die at Sue Sylvester's hands." Johnny chuckled at what Kurt said, yet believed him.

"So," Johnny said while taking out his own plastic container full of washed grapes. "I'm guessing you'll be singing again, then. Since that's what you did last time you were on the squad."

Kurt brushed off a crumb that fell on his uniform. "Did you rinse those grapes or washed them each?" He held out his hand to Johnny. Four grapes were put in his palmed and Kurt brought his hand back. "No, I won't be singing again. I told her that I lost my voice and she still made me join."

Johnny remembered what Kurt said that took his voice. It made since, sort of. A dramatic break up between him and the love of his life, his first love. It made for a great Spanish novela. Maria, overcome with grief of losing her fiancé, Juan, to another woman, lost her voice. She cannot go forth her dream to become a famous singer if she can't find love to bring her voice back. Of course in this case, Kurt didn't lose a fiancé and the said fiancé didn't cheating on Kurt either.

"So, then why did you rejoin?"

Finishing his last grape, Kurt closed his journal and book. "I hate the Cheerios. I hate that they are on top of the food chain. I hate that they don't get bullied. I hate how they get more than half of the money the school has. I hate how they make people insecure." As he was saying this he was playing with his granola bar wrapper. His hands kept moving as if he was nervous. "I need to try not to hate them because they are my only way out of this loser town…. I need to be a Cheerio so that I could pass gym."

The red-head nodded, as if he understood. He quietly ate his triple washed grapes. After a time of Kurt watching him, Johnny covered his container as if to put it away, "You never know, you could change all that stuff that you hate about them."

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows and bit the inside of his cheek in contemplation. "What do you mean?"

"Brittany Pierce is running for Class President, I'm sure you've heard. She's bribing people to vote for her for candy and top less days. Then there's that hockey player that wants to lay off all the teachers," Johnny bit his lip, unsure if he should continue talking. "You complain that the teachers here are crap and you say that people shouldn't be bullied just because they aren't a jock or a Cheerio. Maybe you can do something about it." Johnny blushed at the attention he was getting from the other boy. "Y-your dad, he's running against Coach Sylvester because of the arts. Maybe, i-if you want totally up to you, d-don't listen to me or anything, you can run for president for the education and the protection of other students."

Kurt wasn't sure what to say. He knew Brittany was running, the whole school was forced to go see her perform and make her announcement. "Do you think I can? You know, win?"

"Does it matter? Even if you didn't win it would make for a great thing on your resume. Even then, you don't need to be president to make a change in the school." They both started gathering their things since lunch was almost over.

Kurt was gathering his thoughts, afraid that what he was going to say next wouldn't make since. "I've been thinking, maybe we could help people. I was thinking we could make a club that helps kids who are having trouble in high school. Like with studies or personal problems, stuff like that."

"I think that's something you could ask Ms. Pillsbury about."